All Used Up

I spent my whole life makin' somebody rich
I busted my ass for that son of a bitch
And he left me to die like a dog in a ditch
And told me I'm all used up

He used up my labor, he used up my time
He plundered my body and squandered my mind
And gave me a pension of handouts and wine
And told me I'm all used up

My kids are in hock to a god you call work
Slavin' their lives out for some other jerk
And my youngest in Frisco just made shipment clerk
And he don't know I'm all used up

The young people reachin' for power and gold
Don't have respect for anything old
For pennies they're bought and for promises sold
Someday they'll all be used up

They use up the oil, they use up the trees
They use up the air and they use up the sea
Well, how 'bout you friend and how 'bout me?
What's left when we're all used up?

I'll finish my life in this crummy hotel
It's lousy with bugs and, my God, what a smell
But my plumbin' still works and I'm clear as a bell
Don't tell me I'm all used up

Outside my window the world passes by
Gives me a handout and spits in my eye
And no one can tell me 'cause no one knows why
I'm livin' but I'm all used up

Sometimes in my dreams I sit by a tree
My life is a book of how things used to be
And kids gather 'round and they listen to me
And they don't think I'm all used up

And there's songs and there's laughter and things I can do
And all that I've learned I can give back to you
I'd give my last breath just to make it come true
No, I'm not all used up

They use up the oil and they use up the trees
They use up the air and they use up the sea
Well, how 'bout you friend and how 'bout me?
What's left when we're all used up?